When you're done, cut and paste the result into the comments section below this post (you'll have to edit out the portions of the line that show where the original line of poetry came from).
Happy sonneteering.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Shakespeare Sonnet Shake-Up
When you're done, cut and paste the result into the comments section below this post (you'll have to edit out the portions of the line that show where the original line of poetry came from).
Happy sonneteering.
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he humble as the proudest sail doth bear
ReplyDeleteLike as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
That beauty still may live in thine or thee
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride
Look what thy memory cannot contain
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed
And in my madness might speak ill of thee
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
ReplyDeleteIs't not enough to torture me alone
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
Canst thou O cruel, say I love thee not
I will be true despite thy scythe and thee
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
For she hath no exchequer now but his
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
Love is too young to know what conscience is
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain
Your own glass shows you, when you look in it
ReplyDeleteThou art as fair in knowledge as in hue
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit
That you for love speak well of me untrue
A tad short, sorry
But it's getting pretty late
Refrigerator
So is my love still telling what is told
ReplyDeleteFor having traffic with thy self alone
That poor retention could not so much hold
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air
So is it not with me as with that muse
If time have any wrinkle graven there
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits
As an unperfect actor on the stage
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast
Unlooked for joy in that I honour most
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break
ReplyDeleteBut here's the joy, my friend and I are one
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone
So that eternal love in love's fresh case
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
Save that to die, I leave my love alone
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone
With insufficiency my heart to sway
Make but my name thy love, and love that still
Thus far for love, my love-suit sweet fulfil
Which shall above that idle rank remain
ReplyDeleteWhich by and by black night doth take away
Look what thy memory cannot contain
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
That censures falsely what they see aright
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be
And purest faith unhappily forsworn
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir
So should the lines of life that life repair
Ravi, you would bring up a refrigerator.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument
ReplyDeleteAll days are nights to see till I see thee
I grant (sweet love) thy lovely argument
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain
Against my love shall be as I am now
Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes
O sure I am the wits of former days
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes
O sure I am the wits of former days
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind
O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind